A world without stories. What would this world look like? Would we become even greater strangers to each other? How would I know who you are or how you felt, or what you thought, or what it is like to be you in a world that is in desperate need of creating greater world competency in our understanding of each other?

I saw the hashtag #metoo and listened closely to the stories of other women, but I also distanced myself from those public accounts. I didn’t want to admit that the hashtag is mine too. That I feel I do not have autonomy over my own body. That I feel I can’t stop others from violating my space.